Post by K527 on Jan 6, 2020 19:14:45 GMT
It’s 7pm: I’m at home, still half tipsy.
It’s 3pm, earlier today. I’m helping a friend moving the new furniture around the house.
It’s 3:30pm. I check my phone: my ex wrote me that she was going to call me today, she needs to talk. I’m sweaty for moving the furniture, or maybe because she wrote me. I shouldn’t have answered, but I did. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I turn the car’s engine on, and I drive toward the apartment of a client of mine, F. I helped her secure a mortgage for her new house, she’s moving out of her apartment after her flat mate moved in her boyfriend’s house, and I’m interested in a bigger apartment to rent. I want to move in when she leaves, she agrees to show me her home.
It’s 3:45pm, she’s showing me around the various rooms, while a coffee is brewing. We sit down a bit, she needs a male opinion on her current sentimental situation. It’s not the first time, we talked about her men before, and I explain her what her lover is thinking, and why another guy is flirting with her by text that way. We play a bit with them, sending texts to arouse them both and leaving them salivating on their phones. We keep on talking, and the conversation moves to other topics, specifically my seduction techniques I used to get my girls, and the lays I’m programming for the months. She wants to know more, I refuse to talk about these things, so I move back the conversation towards her men, but she refuses to tell more. We agree that we can’t speak about these things while sober, so we open a bottle of Limoncello (an Italian lemon liqueur mainly produced in Southern Italy) and start poring glasses. The conversation is on again, and we dwell on graphic details: how to properly give a blowjobs, her opinions on cunnilingus, the size of her lover’s penis, how one of my exes loved anal.
I’m looking at her deep brown eyes, moving from one to the other, then indulging my sight on her perfectly shaped lips. “K, are you triangular-gazing her, really?” I ask myself. “No way, she’s a client, I’m sweaty, badly dressed, unshaved, with horrible striped underwear…I won’t do it. She’s funny, and smart, but she’s older than me, no. She’s my client, it’s unprofessional. But Jesus, she’s so pretty…”
I raise, I have to go soon, and she needs to get ready to meet her friends. I tell her that, moving towards my leather jacket on the chair. I stop, my thinking stops for a sec, I tell her that she should prepare properly to meet her friends and her lover later tonight. F. says she worries, her lover is older and rich, but she thinks she put up some weight during the holidays. I look at her, and start judging.
K: “Well, the abdomen is tight and sculpted, you did a good job in the gym, but the hips…hm, let me see, spin around”
She spins.
I touch her abdomen and her hips, lift a bit the shirt and start caressing her.
K: “That’s good, you should wear a skirt to hide the fat here” I touch her thighs, sculpted from the hours of squats in the gym.
F: “Acceptable?”
K: “Well…overall I’ll say yes. You have good taste regarding underwear, it shouldn’t be a problem get him again. The bra you choose is nice, black lace, I can see it under the shirt, I just hope it’s not ones of those push-up hoaxes” I say while I caress her under-boob.
F: “Well, take a look” she says lifting her t-shirt and revealing a small but perfectly shaped bosom
K: “Nice, but that’s a bit of a hoax”
She burst into laughs covering herself, I do too. We laugh at each other. We hug. I kiss her neck, she turns her head and we start making out – passionately, furiously, wildly. I lay her on the kitchen table while moving the empty bottle, the almost empty glasses roll on the table spilling the limoncello while we took of our clothes.
F: “K, we should’t do this” she says breathing heavily
K: “Definitely, it’s inappropriate. We should stop” I reply grabbing her long hair and pulling them down while licking her neck
F: “Exactly, and I’m your client, you pass by my shop to buy cigarettes, and I have to see XYX later tonight” she says while I unhook her bra snapping my fingers.
I pull back, she looks at me breathing heavily. She turns her head and runs to the bedroom getting of the rest of her clothes, I follow her grabbing my jacket, quickly reaching the condoms in my hidden pocket.
She’s already on her bed, I help her taking off her panties.
My future bed passed the test.
It’s 7:50pm, I’m reviewing this post. My ex writes me telling me she’s calling on Thursday. I write I’ll be busy, it’s going to be for another time.
I do not care, not today.
Time spent together: 3 hours total
Areas of improvement: Don’t drink next time
Questions: just to be fully honest…I had a problem. We fucked, she came a couple of times, but after a bit my cock went limp. The soldier fell on the battlefield. The flag had come down. Last time it happened it was like 10 years ago. What the fuck happened? The half bottle of alcohol, the surprise, a side effect of onetitits for my ex-gf? Ever happened to you guys? We’ll see about it in the next lays, but in the meantime I’m open to suggestions
It’s 3pm, earlier today. I’m helping a friend moving the new furniture around the house.
It’s 3:30pm. I check my phone: my ex wrote me that she was going to call me today, she needs to talk. I’m sweaty for moving the furniture, or maybe because she wrote me. I shouldn’t have answered, but I did. I shouldn’t care, but I do. I turn the car’s engine on, and I drive toward the apartment of a client of mine, F. I helped her secure a mortgage for her new house, she’s moving out of her apartment after her flat mate moved in her boyfriend’s house, and I’m interested in a bigger apartment to rent. I want to move in when she leaves, she agrees to show me her home.
It’s 3:45pm, she’s showing me around the various rooms, while a coffee is brewing. We sit down a bit, she needs a male opinion on her current sentimental situation. It’s not the first time, we talked about her men before, and I explain her what her lover is thinking, and why another guy is flirting with her by text that way. We play a bit with them, sending texts to arouse them both and leaving them salivating on their phones. We keep on talking, and the conversation moves to other topics, specifically my seduction techniques I used to get my girls, and the lays I’m programming for the months. She wants to know more, I refuse to talk about these things, so I move back the conversation towards her men, but she refuses to tell more. We agree that we can’t speak about these things while sober, so we open a bottle of Limoncello (an Italian lemon liqueur mainly produced in Southern Italy) and start poring glasses. The conversation is on again, and we dwell on graphic details: how to properly give a blowjobs, her opinions on cunnilingus, the size of her lover’s penis, how one of my exes loved anal.
I’m looking at her deep brown eyes, moving from one to the other, then indulging my sight on her perfectly shaped lips. “K, are you triangular-gazing her, really?” I ask myself. “No way, she’s a client, I’m sweaty, badly dressed, unshaved, with horrible striped underwear…I won’t do it. She’s funny, and smart, but she’s older than me, no. She’s my client, it’s unprofessional. But Jesus, she’s so pretty…”
I raise, I have to go soon, and she needs to get ready to meet her friends. I tell her that, moving towards my leather jacket on the chair. I stop, my thinking stops for a sec, I tell her that she should prepare properly to meet her friends and her lover later tonight. F. says she worries, her lover is older and rich, but she thinks she put up some weight during the holidays. I look at her, and start judging.
K: “Well, the abdomen is tight and sculpted, you did a good job in the gym, but the hips…hm, let me see, spin around”
She spins.
I touch her abdomen and her hips, lift a bit the shirt and start caressing her.
K: “That’s good, you should wear a skirt to hide the fat here” I touch her thighs, sculpted from the hours of squats in the gym.
F: “Acceptable?”
K: “Well…overall I’ll say yes. You have good taste regarding underwear, it shouldn’t be a problem get him again. The bra you choose is nice, black lace, I can see it under the shirt, I just hope it’s not ones of those push-up hoaxes” I say while I caress her under-boob.
F: “Well, take a look” she says lifting her t-shirt and revealing a small but perfectly shaped bosom
K: “Nice, but that’s a bit of a hoax”
She burst into laughs covering herself, I do too. We laugh at each other. We hug. I kiss her neck, she turns her head and we start making out – passionately, furiously, wildly. I lay her on the kitchen table while moving the empty bottle, the almost empty glasses roll on the table spilling the limoncello while we took of our clothes.
F: “K, we should’t do this” she says breathing heavily
K: “Definitely, it’s inappropriate. We should stop” I reply grabbing her long hair and pulling them down while licking her neck
F: “Exactly, and I’m your client, you pass by my shop to buy cigarettes, and I have to see XYX later tonight” she says while I unhook her bra snapping my fingers.
I pull back, she looks at me breathing heavily. She turns her head and runs to the bedroom getting of the rest of her clothes, I follow her grabbing my jacket, quickly reaching the condoms in my hidden pocket.
She’s already on her bed, I help her taking off her panties.
My future bed passed the test.
It’s 7:50pm, I’m reviewing this post. My ex writes me telling me she’s calling on Thursday. I write I’ll be busy, it’s going to be for another time.
I do not care, not today.
Time spent together: 3 hours total
Areas of improvement: Don’t drink next time
Questions: just to be fully honest…I had a problem. We fucked, she came a couple of times, but after a bit my cock went limp. The soldier fell on the battlefield. The flag had come down. Last time it happened it was like 10 years ago. What the fuck happened? The half bottle of alcohol, the surprise, a side effect of onetitits for my ex-gf? Ever happened to you guys? We’ll see about it in the next lays, but in the meantime I’m open to suggestions
